Out on a Limerick Again

  Pound Foolish
   He said if she would lose a pound
   She’d look better when ungowned.
   That was an error
   And made her a terror,
   Unleashing her inner hellhound.
   Say Amen
   The TV preacher would expound
   With great vehemence to dumbfound
   With rantings hideous
   The dumb and piteous.
   Telling them they were all hell bound.


Popular posts from this blog

Ranting and Raving, and for Good Reason

Notes from the Home - December 23, 2016

A Septet of Triolets